Have you ever returned to your hometown, which has not been for four years?

You go on it like the first time. With each step, remembering some little things, cases, details. Learning something, getting to know something again. And thinking to myself: how to live now, after what happened? ..

The feeling of a small "cinema" gradually receded, although it was strong. Recognized buildings, shops, trees, and even people, people, too, little by little recognized.

Kapitolina Vetkina walked through her hometown as if by scenery. It seems everything is familiar, but for a long time it was put into the closet, forgotten and now comes to mind in chunks.

A bakery on the corner, a deli and a second-hand clothing store. And the photo studio was gone, now it's a beerhouse instead, sorry. Well at least the square remained nearby, they did not cut it down for firewood, she thought with sad irony. Benches refurbished, set the lights in the old style, with curved branches of lamps. The paths were paved with paving slabs instead of the asphalt chafed in many places from her memories. So, perhaps even better. In the autumn, probably, it will be beautiful. It is a pity that he will not see.

- Vetkina? She heard and turned her head. A woman with a familiar face was looking at her from across the street. Second - and remembered. Geography teacher.

- Oh, Lyudmila Anatolevna! And I thought, I do not see anyone! - Capitolina smiled shyly. Cross the street.

“You have not been seen for a long time,” said the teacher, looking at her. - I see that the journey has benefited you. Just senorita on sight for all the guys.

“Well, no,” smiled Capitolina. - Is that tan stuck quality.

- Well, how is the country of coffee and hevea? - with a smile asked geography.

“Differently,” replied the girl with a slight hitch. - Favela's not gone away.

“Alas,” Lyudmila Anatolyevna nodded. - Colorful, but terrible in essence. Tell me, what are your plans for life now? - she changed the topic.

- Received inyaz. I think the Latin languages ​​go further, I had a little practice.

“Yes, Portuguese is a beautiful language,” said the geographer, somewhat dreamily. - I still remember about “Slave Izura”. Well, there will be time and desire - run to your own school.

“Thank you, I'll try to stop by,” Kapitolina said politely.

Already around the house again called her:

- Vetka?

She turned around and, probably, for a minute tried to find out a stocky, tightly knit guy. Then she gasped:

- Horse ?!

- Edrit your stalk! - the guy joyfully responded, striding towards her. - And I thought - I got it! Going so tanned, does not recognize anyone!

“I wouldn't recognize you myself!” - Vetka happily looked at a childhood friend. - Wow you became! Straight bodybuilder!

- Well, you say the same, - the guy was embarrassed, but he immediately smiled pretty. - Visible, yes? I am in our sports school on the best board, I took first place in the region!

“Well done,” she said sincerely. - And how are the rest of us? Vovka, Cyril?

- Cyrus thinks in the footsteps of his ancestors to go to the polytechnic institute, - said Kon, he is Igor Konev. - And Vovus in thought - whether in the capital of happiness to try on a medical, or in the area to try. Afraid that the competition is big.

- His head is like that! - with a laugh, she described with her hands a large sphere Vetka. - Let him try. I was able to get on inaz, it means he can.

- Well, you have always been a Komsomol-athlete-beauty, - laughed Igor. - And now, in general, straight supermodel.

“Oh, you,” she shoved him into the shoulder with a laugh, “she teases too.”

- Yes, no, in nature, you just became awesome, - the guy nodded his head, blushing a little. - Well, I remember you before leaving.

- What, in general, was frightened? - faked his Vetka, which were pleased with his simple compliments.

- Yes, no, I mean that you are ... well ... - the Horse hurried. - Well ... it was not like that. As if ... easier. And now it's really cool!

“Well, that's all, he said a bunch,” the girl laughed. - Are the guys in town yet?

- Well, where are they going to go, - Igor smiled. - Can somehow meet? As you would have talked before.

- Of course! - Vetka was delighted. - Let's go on Friday?

“Yeah, I'll tell you,” the guy nodded. - Do you live at home?

- Yes. Do not forget yet? Chernyshevsky 5-6.

- So see you soon! - Igor waved his hand, sliding his glance over it. - Damn, well, you give, Vetka! Wow, what has become!

And he ran down the street to the stadium.

Kapitolina looked after him, remembered him as always clumsy, but such pleasant nonetheless compliments. Smiled.

Not to say that she was offended by the attention in Rio - the guys there did not miss the opportunity to compliment her or even embrace her. Yes, she herself knew that not one of the last ten in appearance. But one thing to hear them from the hot Brazilian guys, and the other - from a childhood friend, with whom rushed through the streets and bathed in a local river. Unusually ...

Her thoughts naturally returned to Gabriel. She frowned, the mood was overcast. Of course, now she is no longer the same half a year ago, a roaring cow. She pulled herself together. Yes, and away - easier. When every day you do not see who you cannot be with, who you have been with So well ... For the better, that my father ended the contract. And it is not known how it would all end ...

On Friday, about two days at the door rang. Opening, she saw Cyril Vershinin. He matured from their last meeting, stretched centimeters 10, strengthened. Only dark hair and eyes with a squint said that it was he, her childhood friend.

- Well, hello, frog traveler, - he smiled.

- Hi Cyrus! - she happily jumped around his neck. - How I missed you all! I really missed you!

“We also remembered you, Link,” the guy nodded. - Often.

“I forgot that you always gave me nicknames,” the girl snorted. - That Vetka, the Line.

“And the Horse liked to trick you with Tolyanych,” Kirill smiled. - Our, said, kid.

They laughed, remembering children's games.

- Let's go for a walk? - asked Vetka. - And Vova with Igor where?

“Listen, we decided to arrange a cycle trip here,” Kirill stepped from foot to foot. - How about you ride?

- Yes, I do not mind, - the girl hesitated a little. - But it’s necessary to look at the bike, nobody touched him all this time.

- I'll look? - And Cyril squeezed into the hallway, slightly hitting Vetka.

He crouched by the bicycle, quickly felt his fingers, like a massage therapist, with a sore back. The girl involuntarily admired his strong hands and tender fingers. Yes, and sticking out of the short, on the occasion of the heat, sleeveless T-shirts shoulders unwittingly attracted the eye. Cyril looked up at her, and she looked away confusedly.

“Well,” the guy pronounced, “the patient is almost healthy.” Now we’ll roll it back to me for prevention, and then at least it will be possible.

- Yeah, I'll change now then! - Vetka darted to her room, pulled out a bicycle, a bra and a T-shirt from the closet. She threw off her home dress, looked in the mirror. No, this bra will not go, we must smooth. So, where is he? ... Well? ... But damn, where? ..

“I left him in the laundry!” - She remembered.

I looked at myself again in the mirror ... and pulled the T-shirt straight on the body. Quickly climbed into short shorts, leggings. Turned in front of the mirror - like nothing, not too much.

“I'm ready,” she said, returning to the hallway and taking the keys from the nightstand.

Cyril glanced at her with a glance, lingering a little on his chest and grabbing a bicycle. Kapitolina closed the door, a thought flashed: maybe you should have put something under your t-shirt? But so she lost the habit of it ...

Downstairs at the entrance stood Cyril's bike. New, the girl said, as if not even the mountain.

- Wow, you have a new machine? - she voiced her observations. - Mountain?

“For hilly terrain,” the guy laughed. - For real mountains, he will not pull, but on forest gully ...